|Snow Covered Rendezvous
Author: Savviness PM
Her feelings started as a mere crush when they were both little, but now it's developed into something more. So what's the problem? He's her boss, and the one guy she thinks she can't have.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Bernard - Chapters: 5 - Words: 11,081 - Reviews: 43 - Favs: 23 - Follows: 37 - Updated: 09-27-12 - Published: 05-22-09 - id: 5079095
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I started this story because I knew I could write much better than Mistletoe & Heartache. I don't know if I'll finish that story or not. Evelyn's background has been changed a bit. This is set five years after the first movie. Bernard looks like he did in that movie, and acts like it for the most part. Hopefully you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Santa Clause or any of its characters. I do, however, own Evelyn, Jeremiah, and any other characters that did not appear in the movie.
Chapter One: Starting the Day
I wake up to the incessant ringing of my alarm clock. Groaning, I reach over to turn it off. My hand fumbles around on my nightstand because I haven't opened my eyes just yet, nearly knocking my lamp off before finally settling on the small, annoying device. The shrill ringing stops, and I sigh in relief, snuggling into my pillow. I almost drift back into the wonderful world of my dreams when someone starts pounding on my bedroom door.
"Wake up, Sis!" my brother calls merrily. "You need to get ready for work!"
I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and snuggle deeper into my pillow, trying to ignore him. It's useless, however, because he's not going anywhere until he knows I'm up and about. I silently curse him for being such a morning person. Being as I'm more of a night owl, he has to know he'll pay for this tonight, but right now he's enjoying having the upper hand. I slowly sit up and open my eyes. Once they've adjusted to the light filtering through my window, I glare at the door, wishing I could burn a hole through it and Remy, too.
"I'm up, Jeremiah!" I call in an annoyed voice. "So you can stop banging on my door before you break it down!"
"Just making sure you have plenty of time to get ready. Being late the day after you received a promotion won't exactly please the boss, now will it?" he replies with laughter in his voice, but the pounding stops and I hear his footsteps heading away from my door.
I grumble as I climb out of my nice warm bed, heading for my closet. I sift through its contents before settling on a blue dress. I gently lay it out on my bed, shoving the covers away from it as to keep it wrinkle free, then head for the chest of drawers. I choose my undergarments carefully, though I don't know why. It's not as if anyone's going to see them. I stand there for a moment, deliberating on whether or not I want to wear tights today. Deciding that I'll forgo the tights, I grab a pair of socks, laying them beside the dress on my bed. I don't bother locking my door as I make my way into the bathroom adjoining my room. Remy never comes into my room, and I never go into his. It's one of the most important rules of the house.
I turn the knob marked with an 'H' all the way, while barely turning the one marked with a 'C' on at all. I like my showers hot and steamy. I strip out of my nightclothes and climb under the spray of water, sighing as my whole body relaxes. I just stand there for a minute or two, relishing in the feel of the water beating down on me before I start showering. About thirty minutes later, I climb out of the shower, feeling refreshingly clean. I wrap my hair up in a towel and quickly dry my body off before wrapping a towel around me. I sit down at my vanity, drying my hair as best as I could with the towel. After it has soaked up all the water out of my hair it could hold, I drop it on the ground. I pick up my blow dryer and begin the task of fixing my hair. This takes me forty-five minutes altogether. My hair is long and naturally curly, so it takes at least thirty minutes blow dry. Then I have to fix it so that the curls are soft and elegant, as opposed to wild and frizzy.
After my hair is just the way I like it, I go over to the bed and slip into my clothes. After pulling on my socks, I slide my feet into black boots that stop in the middle of my calf. I fasten their many buckles before standing up and looking myself over in the full length mirror hanging on the back of my door. My hair is as black as ebony, falling to my waist in the curls I fixed with care. My eyes are the darkest shade of blue possible without a trace of black, the same color as the dress I'm wearing. The dress has spaghetti straps, a padded Emma bust with pleating, and a silver satin sash set at an empire waist that only goes halfway around. It falls to rest three inches above my knee, leaving my legs exposed until they reach my boots. Frowning, I go back over to my vanity, applying the small amount of make up I wear. Just enough blue eye shadow to compliment my eyes and clear lip gloss that makes my full, rose red lips shine. Elves are naturally easy on the eyes, but we Christmas elves have an extra something that makes our cheeks sparkle. My two closest friends, Jacquelyn and Daniel, argue with me that I'm gorgeous. I just don't see it. All I see when I look in the mirror is an ordinary Christmas elf. I'm really not that special.
I stand up, grabbing a black, denim half-jacket from the back of the chair I was just sitting in and slip it on so that the black straps of my bra don't show. The bottom of it barely touches the top of the satin sash on the dress and the sleeves end right before they reach my elbows. I leave it unbuttoned so the front of the dress is visible and look myself over once more. Feeling somewhat satisfactory, I walk over and open the door, grabbing a small black pouch on my way out.
Remy is waiting impatiently at the bottom of the stairs, pacing back and forth and checking his watch every few seconds. I roll my eyes as I step off of the bottom step while slipping the pouch into my jacket pocket. He looks up at me with relieved eyes that match my own. Remy's my twin, and though we're fraternal rather than identical, we do look quite a bit alike. He keeps his ebony hair short and spiked, but when it's long, it's curly. Not as curly as my own, though. He's taller than me by about six inches when I'm not wearing shoes, making him one of the tallest elves working at the North Pole. With my boots, however, he's only three inches taller.
"It took you long enough, Evy! We've got fifteen minutes to get there!" he cries in frustration.
"It only takes us ten minutes to walk there, Remy, so chillax, will ya?" I groan when I notice his outfit. His shirt's the same color as my dress, with silver vertical stripes. His pants are black, as are his boots. "Great. People are going to think we planned this," I say with an exasperated sigh as I gesture wildly to our outfits.
"Well, we don't have time for either of us to go change," he states. He opens the door and motions for me to walk ahead of him. "So we're just going to have to deal with whatever ridiculous twin comments come our way."
I shake my head as I walk past him out onto the porch, but I can't help the small smile playing on my lips. He's right. Some people find it insanely hilarious when we end up dressing alike. "At least we work in different departments," I say as he closes the door and locks it. He grins, previous annoyance forgotten.
"Amen to that." I look at the snow covering the ground, the snow that's the same color as my skin, and smile. I love the snow. Even though it's snowing and my legs are bare, I'm not cold. We Christmas elves are used to the constant cold weather of our home. That doesn't mean that we could walk around in next to nothing and be perfectly warm, though. Even elves have a tendency to get cold every now and then. Remy and I walk to the workshop in silence, getting there with five minutes to spare before we have to clock in.
"See you at lunch," I call as I head for my department. "If you can't make it, don't worry about it. I remember what it's like when you first get promoted," Remy calls after me.
I wave my hand over my head not sure if he was still looking as I head for my department. I start to feel a bit uneasy as I walk through the halls alone. I've never been in the workshop when it was this empty before. Biting my bottom lip, I cross my arms over my stomach, hugging myself as I continue down the empty corridors. I wish there were at least a few workers bustling about.
A door to my right opens suddenly, and my hands fly to my mouth, stifling a gasp as I jump. Bernard, the Head Elf of Santa's workshop and my boss, steps out into the hall. Great, just great. He's looking at me with raised eyebrows, and I feel my cheeks heat up as I blush.
"Are you alright, Evelyn?" I nod slowly, removing my hands from my mouth.
"Fine," I reply, sounding slightly breathless. I can feel my blush deepen as I clear my throat. "You just startled me, that's all."
A ghost of a smile plays on his lips. "Sorry," he says, surprising me. I don't think I've ever heard him apologize to anyone but Santa. "I didn't mean to."
I shake my head a little too fast, and I can feel my curls fly around me as I do. "S'okay. I've just never been here when the halls were empty. It's kind of creepy." There's no trace of that smile now, and I wonder if I imagined it.
He looks up and down the halls. "I suppose it can seem a bit creepy."
I doubt he's ever been spooked while walking through these halls alone. I shrug. "I just don't like being alone. Must be the whole twin thing."
"Hmm, maybe," he replies thoughtfully as he turns to lock the door he just came out of. I notice his name on the door in large, gold letters with his title underneath in smaller red letters outlined in gold. I can't stop the smile that spreads across my lips.
When Bernard had first been given the Head Elf position five hundred years ago, he didn't have his own office. He just worked alongside Santa in Santa's office. I imagine it was quite cramped, no matter how big Santa's desk is. After Steven Carmichael became Santa, fifty years after Bernard received the title, he insisted Bernard have his own office. It didn't take long for the design team to finish the task. I personally painted his name on the door of his new office in his favorite colors, though he doesn't know that. I doubt he even knows that I know his favorite colors. I might have had a small crush on him back then.
He turns around to look at me and I quickly avert my eyes from the letters on his office door. "Have you clocked in yet?" he asks glancing down at his watch. My eyes widen once again.
"Oh! I gotta go!" I spin around, ready to run to my department and clock in, when his hand on my arm stops me.
"Its okay, Evelyn. I know you were here on time," he says. There's a hint of laughter in his voice that makes my eyes widen a bit more. "I'll just doctor your time."
"Oh," I reply as my cheeks heat up again. I'm looking up at him because he's the same height as Remy. 'Way to go, Evy!' I mentally berate myself. 'He touches you and you loose the ability to form a single coherent thought!' Okay, maybe my crush didn't fade away. Maybe it escalated into something more. "Um, thanks."
He smiles down at me, and I know I'm not imagining it this time. My heart rate increases exponentially. Bernard rarely smiles, though he really should do it more often. "It's not a problem. Just don't let it happen again, okay?" I nod, because I can't seem to do anything else. "Now get to work."
His words aren't the harsh, commanding tone I've heard him use countless times before. The one that I'm used to. Instead it's the rare, gentler tone that only a handful of people have heard. That tone has never been directed at me. He lets go of my arm and I spin on my heel as my face heats up again. Dear Lord, how many times can he possibly make me blush? Answer: Three times within thirty minutes. As I walk off down the hall, I fight the urge to glance back. As I turn the corner, though, the temptation gets the best of me and I glance at the spot where I left him. He's not there anymore, and I sigh, mentally kicking myself for thinking he would be.
I know it's highly unethical to fall for your boss, but it's not like I meant to do it. It just kind of happened. It's not like he's ever treated me any different than he does everyone else. In fact, I've had quite my share of scolding. But I've seen the rare smiles of satisfaction he allows himself when things are running smoothly and he thinks no one is paying attention. I've seen him point elves out to Santa, and then give a chuckle at the looks on their faces when Santa personally thanks them for doing such a good job. I've even seen him joking and laughing with Quintin when they both thought everyone else had left for the night.
I reach my department and quickly clock in before heading to my new desk. I smile as I sit down in the chair behind, still unable to believe that I was promoted. As I sit there waiting for my team to show up, I mentally track how my crush developed into love. It started off with glimpses of those rare moments, which I soon found myself smiling at. He slowly began to drift through my thoughts more and more, and I found myself wondering if I could ever make him smile, albeit a smile just for me. Shortly after that, he began to invade my dreams. It wasn't long after that that I realized I was falling for him.
Then one night I stumbled upon something that sealed my fate.
I'd like to thank volley07 for beta reading for me! Thanks so much! Please review! Please, please, please!